Floating
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I’m floating in the sky
Between layers of cloud
Way up high
Weightless
Light as air
Without a care
Can’t come back
To earth
With a bump
Reality hits
With a thump
Aaah, no
Not now
Oww!
~~~
Poem inspired by: http://bythecanonviewfinder.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-clouds.html
©DGA 05 September 2011 06:41
Tags: Adeeyoyo, blog, dreaming, floating, inspiration, poetry
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HAHA – Ouch, Denise.
Just like coming back from holidays!
John
Yes, John! Tomorrow I have the upheaval of moving which I dislike intensely. It is for my own good as I will be more independent of the care centre but they will assist me where necessary. I have already met some of my neighbours too.
Yay! I’m so glad that your recovery is allowing you to move.
Thanks Nancy. Actually I can’t wait.
Denise, we have never moved for the last 45 years! But I have changed jobs and work mates, It is an unsettling time when moving happens.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you, my friend.
John
I ‘think’ the worst is over. I have run out of space and some more unpacking to do…
Think I need a chest of drawers…
Here’s a good one for Monday morning….
One of the advantages of moving and becoming more independent is that I will be able to wake up at a ‘respectable’ time, Kate. No more 04h00 or 04h30!
I had a similar feeling when I subjected myself to the flowing river Godavari closing my eyes and standing afloat. It was as if I was floating in the cosmos. The ‘ouch’ part of course, was my knee which ached due to arthritis.
Hope you would revert back to your own routine. Best of luck.
Thank you Sunamu! When I meditate I have often floated face down in water with water lillies (lotus flowers) also floating in the water and had such a feeling of peace.
Arthritis is the bane of my life, Sunamu. I had a knee replacement in November 2010 and then the break above the replacement occurred in April 2011. Now I am waiting for this to heal…
Whyd’you spoil it?? I was enjoying that
Hahaha, Tilly!
haha playfully done….if you are going to have a head in the clouds might want to keep a foot on the ground…smiles.
Aww, Brian, my legs aren’t always long enough…
Hi Adee…shades of Winnie the Pooh.
Ok, Gran, if you say so, haha. I didn’t read much of him I’m afraid; maybe I should take him up now?
Lovely poem! Good luck with the move.
Thanks x 2 Nancy.
Will you be able to get your little canine friend (Fritz?) back, Adee?
Unfortunately not, Bb.
Still, I hope to visit him soon.
Will post something related to this in a day or so.
I’ll watch out for it Carl.
I hope your move goes well and that you meet some nice people. I often dream of being up there, floating in the clouds. It would be totally blissful!
Oy, Selma, I’m at sixes and sevens at the moment. Taking the day off, haha – run out of space to put things and more boxes to unpack… Yes it would be wonderful to escape – absolute bliss!
That reality can really sting. I’m loving your current series of poems; most relaxing, thank you.
That is so nice of you, Mark, thank you!